The Immortal Cultivation Game Has Come True

Afterwards.

Xuanqing stood up, walked to Sun Wukong’s side, and openly showed admiration in his eyes.

“Well done, Sun Wukong, for repaying kindness with gratitude. Now, I must ask you again, would you be willing to join Taichu Dao after the Fetching the Scriptures is completed?”

“Hahaha, I am flattered by Master of the Primordial Beginning’s high regard, and I am willing,” said Sun Wukong, scratching his head and laughing a few times, readily agreeing.

His initial refusal was because he wanted to repay his debt, but he agreed now because he felt respected and equal from the Master of the Primordial Beginning.

“Good!”

Xuanqing smiled and nodded, then pointed to the Golden Hoop on Sun Wukong’s head and casually asked, “Do you want me to help you take this Golden Hoop off?”

“No need, if I take off this Golden Hoop, I’m afraid Guanyin will be uneasy,” said Sun Wukong indifferently.

Watching Sun Wukong leave.

Xuanqing looked leisurely.

Throughout the Journey to the West, he greatly appreciated the character Sun Wukong, and the sole reason he wanted Sun Wukong to join was purely because of this appreciation.

Next.

Xuanqing immersed himself in a routine.

Every once in a while, he would return to the Real World to harvest incense, convert it into Chaos Extreme Yin Pills, and then enter the Game World to practice.

Like this…again and again.

Time flies.

In the blink of an eye.

A few months had passed.

Black Wind City, East Suburb Precision Machinery Processing Factory.

Chirp- chirp-

The massive CNC machine was in operation, and the high-speed rotating file inside it was cutting a piece of metal, eventually forming a nut shape, which fell into an iron box below.

In front of the machine sat a handsome, bald man in overalls, staring intently at the machine.

“According to the book, the nut parameters should be… so the x-axis heart and y-axis heart should be adjusted to…”

The man looked dazed, but his mind was spinning at high speed, pondering the knowledge of the CNC machine tools.

After much thought.

Suddenly.

His eyes brightened, shining with a crystalline light.

“Got it!” The man slapped his thigh, looking extremely excited, and then began to adjust the parameters on the control interface of the machine.

A moment later.

“Success or failure… hinges on this.” The man whispered softly and pressed the restart button.

Chirp-chirp…

As the machine restarted, the mechanical friction sound echoed, and the entire precision machining machine began to operate.

A steel bar entered the conveyor, then passed through the self-checking channel, and finally reached the file part, where it was cut into a predetermined shape under the high-speed rotating file.

Zizi-

Under the high-speed rotating file that sprayed water on the side, a nut gradually formed and eventually fell into the iron box.

“Let’s measure it and see the accuracy.” The man pressed pause, opened the machine, and took the nut out from the iron box.

Then.

He used a vernier caliper.

The man held the vernier caliper with the nut in front of his eyes, squinting as if he was looking at a thermometer, and examined it carefully.

“Hiss…Amitabha… according to my parameters, the nut that I’ve turned out has improved in accuracy by at least 20%, which means productivity has also increased by 20%.”

Tang Xuanzang was so overjoyed that he almost recited Amitabha’s name in excitement but stopped just in time. Otherwise, if his identity was exposed, it would be a bit troublesome.

That’s right.

This man is Tang Xuanzang.

Originally, according to the requirements, he should have stayed in Black Wind Country as a volunteer, but as time went by, Tang Xuanzang wanted to take the opportunity to experience the life of ordinary people in the mortal world.

So, he applied to Dao Xuan if he could change from being a ‘volunteer’ to a ‘worker’. Perhaps worried that Dao Xuan would disagree, he also stated that the wages earned from working, after deducting living expenses, would all be donated to charity.

Soon after.

Tang Xuanzang advanced to become a worker and eventually chose the industry with the most workers, the ‘assembly line’ of machine tools, and became an honorable nut lathe operator.

After entering the factory, Tang Xuanzang did not just idle around but worked very hard.

From being unfamiliar with the movements at first, and having only half the efficiency of others every day, and a low yield rate, to becoming skillful later, his actions became smooth and fast. Both in terms of efficiency and yield rate, he surpassed others, eventually even becoming the top performer in his group.

As the saying goes, love the profession you’re in. If you are a monk for a day, you must ring the bell well for a day.

Tang Xuanzang not only worked hard in the factory, but after work, he also enrolled in an ‘adult evening school’ to learn ‘machine tools’ specifically.

The reason for this hard work

was also related to the impact he received during his time as a volunteer undergoing training.

Tang Xuanzang looked at the nut in front of him, but unconsciously thought of the summary Instructor Dao Xuan made when they graduated.

At that time, Instructor Dao Xuan was dressed in dark green clothing, with a cap engraved with the Black Wind Country flag on his head.

What was even more unforgettable was Instructor Dao Xuan’s upright spine, his seemingly shining eyes, and the fiery love for the people, like a blazing flame.

“A perfect and fair system can control the good and evil of the people, but if you want to truly improve the living standards of the people, you still need to rely on production technology…”

“What we volunteers need to do is not to give money to the poor, but to teach them a skill, so that they can solve their poverty while also promoting the development of the entire society….”

The above words… were what Dao Xuan said to Tang Xuanzang.

Frankly speaking.

This was the first time Tang Xuanzang heard such words. In his past, besides Buddhism, the most he had heard were the teachings about heaven, earth, and teachers.

However… being the reincarnation of the Golden Cicada, his comprehension was absolutely impeccable, and he quickly developed his own approach.

That is… to learn production technology!

He wanted to see whether it was the production technology that could transform the people, making them happier, or whether Buddhism could make people live better.

So.

This led to Tang Xuanzang asking Dao Xuanzang to change his identity, not wanting to be a volunteer but instead wanting to be a production worker.

In the end… after obtaining the approval of his own Sir, Dao Xuan agreed to Tang Xuanzang’s request and promised to change him from a volunteer to a worker.

“First, go find Director Tang, and quickly popularize these improved parameters throughout the factory!”

Tang Xuanzang whispered softly, then holding the nut in his hand, he quickly walked towards the office.

Not to mention the hardworking Tang Xuanzang.

On the other hand.

In a breeding ground in the western suburbs, hundreds of brownish-red horses were happily galloping in the grassland, led by a tall horse king with white spots on his head.

On the back of the spotted horse king lay a thin figure with a hairy face and Thunder God-like mouth, like a monkey.

“Hee haw-”

The Monkey King leaped down from the horse’s back in one step and came to a herdsman wearing a long robe and a cloth wrapped around his head.

“Hey, Zaxi, I’ve cured your horses.” He said, pointing his finger at the horses.

The herdsman was slightly startled and looked in the direction of the other’s finger.

The spotted horse king was full of energy, and the horses were all happily galloping, not showing any signs of their previous listlessness.

“Sigh… Mr. Sun is so skilled.” The herdsman praised and gave a thumbs up, then asked curiously:

“May I ask Mr. Sun, what kind of divine pill or medicine did you use that the other doctors couldn’t cure, and how did you cure our horses so quickly?”

Upon hearing this.

“Hehe~” The Monkey King let out a strange laugh, then patted the horse king’s neck with his hand and said softly, “This horse is a good one, but he has lost his freedom.”

“So, Mr. Sun, what should we do in the future?”

“No problem, just take them out for more walks.” The Monkey King waved his hand and left the horse farm without looking back.

“Eh… Mr.. Sun, you’ve helped us so much, won’t you stay for a meal?”